[CWIS'S NOTE]: If you are reading this series, keep in mind that you must read from the oldest entry, chronologically, to the newest entry, in order to understand the whole story. The first entry in the Me and Mikey series was posted September 11, 2011 so you can scroll to that date and read up from there...
Road Trip: New York - Summer 2011
Mikey and Me - Part IX
I woke up early the next morning, but Mikey had risen even earlier. I heard the soft strumming of his guitar coming from somewhere outside. Probably couldn't wait to get that diaper off, I thought, a little annoyed. It was MY job to change the diapers around here.
I walked out into the living room, listening to the music as I rounded the corner into the kitchen. Coffee on, I turned to find my friend. I noticed his clothing, still sitting on the dining room chair where I'd placed it the night before. Hmm...
The music was coming from the porch overlooking the lake. Mikey was singing now, and I slid open the screen door and walked out onto the porch. There sat Mikey, hunched forward a little cradling his guitar, strumming away - dressed in nothing but a diaper.
His smile was huge.
"This is actually pretty comfortable," he told me, pausing for a moment. I rolled my eyes and pointed out the sounds of neighbors on both sides, and he laughed and went back to playing - and singing.
"I see you next door, and I'd like to invite ya... but I'm wearing a big diaper..."
I had to laugh. I sat down across from him and he put on a show, singing and strumming away, a song or two with diaper references and some without. The Mr. Coffee beeped and I stood up and turned to go in.
"I hope there's enough for two of us!" he exclaimed, stopping singing again. I turned and gave him a confused look, explaining that I made a cup of coffee for me and a bottle of Infamil for him. He laughed. "Yea, right... I'll just toddle off next door and ask the neighbors for some coffee..."
His lack of fear made me think that he meant it.
I poured the coffee and creamer, and was walking across the living room with both cups when Mikey shot up from his seat and came inside.
"Bro... I was just tuning my guitar and I looked over and there was your neighbor, out on his porch!" he told me.
"Do you think that he saw you?" I asked him. He nodded vigorously.
"Yea, bro... he was just standing out there, leaning over the railing, watching. He waived to me..."
We were both silent for a minute, and then Mikey broke in with "Well, good thing I probably wont' see that guy again, right?" He took his coffee and walked back out onto the porch, sitting his diapered ass on the patio chair. He waived to the neighbor, and I walked out onto the porch and joined him. From the far distance between properties, and the fact that my neighbor is easily in his 80s, I hoped that my boy's disposable diaper would be undiscernible from a pair of shorts or underpants. But like Mikey had said, he probably wouldn't see my neighbors again... and I would see them a full year later. Fuck trying to change now... the damage had already been done.
"Today isn't a diaper day, is it?" I asked. I knew that it wasn't, but I thought it couldn't hurt to put the possibility out there - and I was glad I did.
"Today is going to be a Free Diaper Day, bro," Mikey told me. He looked up at me, probably to try to see my reaction. I looked confused, so he continued. "I'm throwing in today as a bonus, Cwis. All day, diapers on. No 'ritual' though. Just a free bonus..."
I stood up, walked over, and gave him a hug. He laughed.
"I knew that would make your day, bro."
And it did. Mikey and I rolled around the city, visiting friends and running errands. We stopped and ate lunch on a restaurant on a pier, and in the evening drove more than an hour to visit a friend and have dinner at a lakefront seafood shack.
And everywhere we went, Mikey crinkled.
It was awesome. Not only did he crinkle, but he made as many references to the fact that he was diapered as possible. It was obvious that he could tell that I was enjoying it, and Mikey ran with it. At the restaurant we had lunch at, he asked the waitress where the men's room was; as she began to answer him he interrupted her, saying "Oh, my bad... never mind, I just remembered, I'm all set." The confused look on her face was priceless. At dinner the friend we were visiting proposed going for a walk onto Great Lakes Pier. We stopped off to a men's room first, and my friend asked Mikey if he didn't have to go. Mikey told him he was all set, and when we walked into the bathroom my friend turned to me and said, "Dude... is that kid wearing a diaper?" I laughed and asked if he thought everyone I knew wore diapers, and he laughed back, and then pointed out that I hadn't answered his question.
"Ask Mikey," I told him, flushing and walking out. As my friend exited the men's room I called him out. "Mikey, Bill has something he'd like to ask you," I said. Bill looked embarrassed, and then spit out something about wondering when Mikey had learned to play the guitar. Mikey must have overheard our conversation in the bathroom, because he answered, cooly:
"Bro, I've been playing the guitar since I was in diapers."
Haha!!
We walked along the pier, the Lake Ontario waves crashing up almost hitting us. My friend kept walking as close to the waves as possible, jumping out of the way at just the last minute. Finally, WHAM! one splashed him. We all laughed, and I told him "Bro... you thought you could tempt Poseidon and stay dry forever?" Mikey laughed, turned to my friend, and said "Now we're all three wet." My friend, who has always had a curiousness about ABDL but a real discomfort with it too, just shook his head, speechless.
After our walk on the pier we went back to my friend's house, where Mikey entertained the neighbors with a mini-concert. Mikey is one of the best singers I've ever heard, and plays a mean guitar, too, and a little crowd gathered on the street to listen to him play. On our way back to the cottage an hour later Mikey was doing a little bragging.
"You said you always wanted to see one of my shows, bro," he told me. (Most of his shows were at venues around the west coast and northeast, and even when he'd lived in Orlando his only show I couldn't make it too. Then he turned to me, a serious look on his face, and said "That show was for you, Chris. And I hope it meant even more to you to know that I did the whole show wearing a diaper."
It did, I told him. And I thanked him.
"Bro, you've been there for me for a while now. When my own family didn't answer their phones, you did. You've helped me in so many ways..."
He trailed off, and we were both silent for a while.
"Seriously, Cwis... if I could wear diapers for you for even longer, I would."
Ahhh... the motivation behind the free diaper day.
"If you could wear diapers for me even longer, I'd be happy as fuck, Michael," I told him. "But just knowing that you've worn them this week as part of our 'deal' - and you're wearing them even more than you have to... you have no idea."
He nodded.
"You don't understand," I told him. "I've diapered SO MANY guys. So many. In our community there are some really, really tight people I've gotten to meet. But there's so much drama, too. I never know the motivations behind the people I'm diapering, sitting... and the few people I've gotten to diaper who've become real, true friends live so far away. Having the chance to diaper someone who's actually a friend..."
"I understand, Cwis," Mikey interrupted me. I wondered how he possibly could.
"It's either diapering ABDL people who I don't really get a chance to know, or paying people to wear diapers like I used to in New York," I continued. "I know you're not into diapers, but... you've been so cool about it, and the fact that we're actually friends - "
"You're like a big bro, actually," he interrupted.
" - bros, then... it's made me completely relaxed. Completely, totally relaxed. This has, quite honestly, been one of the best weeks I've ever had."
"That's awesome, bro," Mikey said. I could tell that he meant it. Then he turned to me. "Bro, I owe you way more than this ten days. So I'll tell you what... I'm just gonna wear the rest of the time that I'm here. Is that okay?"
Haha... wtf do YOU think I said?
On the way back to the cottage it occurred to me: I hadn't really seen Mikey use the bathroom all day.
When the fuck did this kid use the toilet?
So I asked him.
He laughed.
"Bro... I peed twice today. Once after lunch, and once after dinner."
I mulled that over. He'd pretty much been with me all day. How had I not noticed? I wondered if he'd whipped it out in the park while Bill and I were in the men's room.
"I never noticed," I told him. Hoping he'd explain more. Instead, he took my hand, pulling it towards him, and resting it on his lap. I looked at him quizzically, and he moved my fingers up over his waistband and down into his diaper. It was soaked.
"I've been wet since lunch, bro," he told me. "Why do you think I said that shit to your friend? I just assumed you were wet too."
No, I told him - I'd gone to the bathroom a few times through the day. We hadn't brought extra diapers... to change...
"What kind of sitter are you?" he joked, feigning a look of disgust. "Who doesn't bring a diaper bag along for long trips? That's neglect, plain and simple..."
I had to laugh.
"How do you do it, bro?" he asked me. "I mean, do you pull it out over the top, or..."
I declined to answer, telling him I couldn't share my secrets. Couldn't have Mikey's ass doing the same thing.... the fact that he was willing to traipse around in a wet diaper in public... pretty fucking tight.
We got back to the cottage, and walked from the car into the cottage, Mikey's diaper surely slogging the whole time. He turned to me at the door and said:
"Now, I do have limits. And one of them is poop. So if you don't mind, Baby Mikey needs permission to drop this diaper and head straight to the potty."
Permission granted...
TO BE CONTINUED...
CWiS GETS ABYSAT
